The Cure for The Void
Wake up in the dark. It’s all the same. A figure as pale as a sick dog glistening, crystallising, in my wake. I can’t help but be curious. I stare, selfishly in the presence of a spirit so divine. I want to be one of their ones. One of your ones. Your body moves in fluidity, hips and belly and chest colliding into tantalising patterns, dangerous desires. The command is sensed deep in my stomach, and sends out in waves across my body, reflux coating my innermost walls. My base urges flush out, a string of intestines, choking on my own fleshy words. You clench the thin air and tug. The wire becomes true and I’m yielded forward; eyes fixated on your jewel and cast as blank as innocent lullabies. Sending me off, dressing me up to sleep. Going under slowly, but surely. Willingly…
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Patience is a virtue, but you don’t need those anymore. Take me. Shake me like what I am. Throw me into the empty world. I can’t climb out, dare I care. Make me gasp for your love! Make me gasp for your air! Leave me twisting on the floor! Pull my lips apart! Kiss me dead! Suck my insides out! Exploit, inspire, encourage! Indoctrinate me! Alienate me! Oppress me! Show me the pointlessness of my existence and then destroy me again! Show me the cure, and then throw me back into the void…
maybe i should've left this one in my dreams...